To him

Михаил Францман
I can hear your voice in the wind,
And among these ridiculous mounts
Which were covered by sagebrush and mint
I've destroyed all the fearsome bounds.
Lead me up to the sky in the night,
Every corner of our planet
Wants to end this connection and blight
The respectful occasional credit.
There's more than a feeling to you,
And a destiny looks like it's real,
I desired to find the clue
Why you ARE so divinely ideal.
I can hear your voice in the wind,
I can feel your affectionate kisses,
And the future'll be underpinned
By the absence of sinister misses.

2015